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The party slowed down at one point for about three hours while all three aquatic creatures entered their resting state; still awake but not aware of their surroundings as their minds more or less sunk into a state of unconsciousness, not unlike sleeping humans. Mari took this time to rest as well, but she could not fully sleep or else risk Koy slipping down beneath the surface unnoticed and into a region where the girl could not breathe. Once all three were awake and aware again, they regained their course and heading and were on their way, much swifter now that the swimmers were rested.
This is it, Corena said at last, slightly out of breath as she finally stopped in what appeared to be simple open water.
How can you tell? Mari asked, looking over Koys fin and into the deep, darkening blue waters.
Merfolk can feel differing pressures in the water, Alcione explained, we can tell when something is moving through it or, in this case, impedi
Part Two~ The Upside-down Tower
The prince had left hours ago, and Mari had settled down on the couch for a nap in the absence of any company. Though the sun was lower in the sky above the twilight belt, it still never set and it was therefore impossible to tell what time of day it was without a compass. Mari had lost her compass to the sea over a year ago, and never bothered to search for a replacement, having traveled the oceans long enough to have some rough idea of where she was without much worry towards specifics. So, since she had no way of knowing the time since a clock would be useless against the harsh salty air and water, Mari merely slept whenever she became tired and read or visited when she woke after however long asleep. There was little else for the girl to do otherwise as the single passenger of The Davenport after all, and time was something she always had to spare. There were times when she felt the pull of land and decided to explore the nearest countrys coast
Part One~ The Raincloud.
She looks out over us as we sleep,
and quietly she weeps.
She can never know family or friends;
those who see her once never do so again.
Captured by the moon, chained by the stars,
all of her hopes now must be ours.
A young bright child, fragile and fair,
was taken and thrown to the spring time air;
where the wind took her to places unknown,
until she forgot her house and her home.
Now she is scattered all over the night,
where no one can find her and her shadow of white.
Though now she is free to return to her bed
she does not remember the way, it is said.
So she stays with the night and wanders the skies,
she walks with the moon and clouds flying by;
she looks down on the humans who no longer see her,
and thinks to herself Mariandrae trailed off in the middle of reciting her poem, the remainder of the verse flying from her mind in an instant. The young girl stood and paced carefully back and forth on her small vessel, golden eyes darting fr
ArachnophobiaOkkay, how about this one? I looked up as Guttenberg walked back into the room, ready to model his seventeenth outfit option for the evening. Words escaped me momentarily, and I nearly dropped a hot bowl of soup in my lap.
Gutten, I think you should STOP borrowing clothes from Steven, was all I could say in response. If the acid orange, skin tight shirt wasnt eye-vomiting enough, the baggy, wanna-be gangster camouflage pants to go with them were even more horrendous. The fact that everything modeled before me tonight was ill fitting just made the whole occasion funnier. The problem was that all of Stevens clothes were too big or old, and thus too small; and Guttenberg was a size or two smaller than Steven, who was tall and had wider shoulders. Gutten was long and lanky, with jet black spiky hair and a pale complexion. I had to admit it, in his human form, Guttenberg was scrawny.
Why cant you just spin your own clothes? I asked, sett
Spells from the Book of Thorns
Start with a dead body, melt down with wax while reciting the Turning spell. Pour into taper mold and burn in silver candelabra under the full moon. Wax will trickle down the side of the candle and begin to gather at base, building to form a small body. Body will grow as candle burns, once the full moon passes and the candle burns down, body will awaken once the sun shines in its eyes. Sex determined upon sunrise. Do not expose to intense heat or prolonged sunlight, recommended to be kept out of kitchen and away from fireplaces. Not meant to look after pets or small children. For more stability place small thin bone in the middle of the taper before pouring wax. The bone of any creature will do depending on the size of the mold, but body may take on characteristics of that creature. Any wax will do, but keep in mind that the quality of the wax will determine the length of the bodys lifespan before the flesh begins to rot and separate from the
A bad day to be nylon
Ow ow ooooooow! a small crowd had gathered around the rightmost set of revolving doors that led to the library, all gawking at the boy apparently stuck between the door and the door guard. He was being attended to by a few people from the street and some librarians from within the building, but their efforts did little but annoy him as he kept repeating himself pointedly. No one seemed to understand the crowd was making things worse, not better.
Avery was most disgruntled at the fact that he had been caught in the door, and was sad to see the pair of bright orange butterfly wings that he had worn that day were mashed in the door, quite irreparable. Those that had attempted to help had also gotten his antenna tangled in the frame as well, and as a result he was stuck in a bent back position and unable to detach the false adornments. He sighed, repeating his mantra of OW! and settled rather uncomfortably to wait out the fruitless battle.
The Wicked Step-shoeIt was a Saturday morning.
And then everything decided to happen at once.
Fathers old alarm clock rang loudly throughout the house.
The post arrived with a package for Jeremy.
A hammer was found inside of the icebox.
The telephone rang, only to be unanswered.
A cat whom no one recognized darted out from beneath the table.
The sitting room window was found to have been ajar all night.
A shingle fell from the roof.
Tiffany misplaced her stocking.
A horse was found asleep on the covered patio.
Fredericks train set seemed to have set itself up in the dining room over night.
A bluebird chick died in the park.
The stairs to the attic crumbled from age.
The family dog could be heard barking from the ledge inside the flue.
All the stoplights downtown turned yellow in the same instant.
The glass at the back of the cabinet cracked.
A black rabbit ran from the garden.
Grandmothers spectacles went missing.
Grandmother went missing shortly after.
A man across town spilt his soup.
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